We skipped the light FandangoAnd turned cartwheels across the floorI was feeling kind of seasickBut the crowd called out for moreThe room was humming harderAs the ceiling flew awayWhen we called out for another drinkThe waiter brought a tray

And so it was that laterAs the miller told his taleThat her face at first just ghostlyTurned a whiter shade of pale

She said "There is no reason...And the truth is plain to see"But I wandered through my playing cardsAnd would not let her beOne of sixteen vestal virginsWho were leaving for the coastAnd although my eyes were openThey might just as well have been closed

And so it was that laterAs the miller told his taleThat her face at first just ghostlyTurned a whiter shade of pale